Though I can't say I always bring a shift in action whenever I roll into town, it happens to me a lot, too. If the bite is hot, the wind picks up. If the wind stays calm, the temperature plummets. If everything is perfect, the boat will probably break down. Now luckily for Dave, it all turned around on the second and third days of his visit, and I sent him home to Minnesota with couple nice bass under his belt, including the 31-pounder above. But now that it's over I can admit it...I was very nervous on the first striper-less day.